The entire hospital now knew that Wen Ying had been admitted.
Su Qingqing had done nothing all day but eat a meal when she went out.
Yet, upon returning, she suddenly saw that fans had brought a huge pile of gifts.
It startled Su Qingqing.
The table was full of gifts, both edible and usable, envied by other doctors in the office, who all felt a tinge of jealousy.
"Doctor Su, you're really amazing—so much food! You just saved Wen Ying, and now you're becoming famous."
Su Qingqing's face still carried confusion.
"What's this all about..."
"Everyone knows now, Wen Ying's manager said online that Wen Ying suddenly fainted outside, and you saved him. Now that fans have found out, they've come to bring you gifts... It's truly impressive that you could directly resuscitate someone with heart failure outside."
"After all, you did graduate from Berkeley University."
"Your judgment is first-class. If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to tell what the illness was at first glance."
